Ghetti - Nintendo Love

I feel like Stevie
Y'all can't see me
I'm in a ghost
I whip that shit, it be too easy
But, I'm a demon
Said imma heathen
Bitch, an ether from somewhere you don't believe in
And I'm on my rockstar shit
I'll fuck your bitch just for the clout
I was Wokstar made and nun-you bitches finna doubt
And when they hear my name they soaking for you it's a drought
I be like ohh, I keep changing up my phone
Oh no
You ain't getting near me hoe
Pass her to my bro we playing for the same team
Stacking bills got her feeling like it's evergreen
Them blue notes got me feeling like its something surreal
Bitch, I'm poppin' Percocet's I told her that, "I like me my pills."
If he tryna get up in my grill I'll spin his block that's formal
I was rockstar made for this life, it ain't easy
'Member they ain't fuck with me, but I think that they need me
Watch me pull up to your block
I get that cheese just like its Provolone
Like I said it just before, I had to switch the number to my phone
And if it wasn't for your hoe that stalkin', I would have been left alone
She tryna get to close, but I told her that I can't love no hoe
Ion slide I told her that ill pass her to my bro
He be coppin' digits just like he a mathematician though
I be pulling tricks outta hat just like a magician vro
She be tryna play some games but I told her this ain't Nintendo love
This ain't no Nintendo love, I told her I can't play these games
Medication in my soul that's holding it back into place
I'm still faded waking up everyday feeling like the same
Shadows all up in my room, you maybe should come see them sometime
I ain't to be fucked with
Imma go and get what is mine
Leaking like a wrist slit
I ain't settle for what I find
Turned his girl into my side chick
Everyday I been on my grind
I feel like Stevie
Y'all can't see me
I'm in a ghost
I whip that shit, it be too easy
But, I'm a demon
Said imma heathen
Bitch, an ether from somewhere you don't believe in
And I'm on my rockstar shit
I'll fuck your bitch just for the clout
I was Wokstar made and nun-you bitches finna doubt
And when they hear my name they soaking for you it's a drought

Written by:
Brett W

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